In the words of my beloved sister-in-law Wendy who is spending (slaving) the week with us, "Today was Epic". I really don't know what it was, the pressure of Mother's Day, the day prior to my first chemo treatment or just the insane new life of a family dealing with the recent diagnosis of cancer, but everything was a tad off kilter. I first have to publicly apologize to my most adoring husband Nick for completely losing my chicken over the fact that when he returned from the bagel store this am, he walked in with 4 individual bagels smeared with cream cheese instead of the big bountiful bag of assorted bagels with a lovely selection of tubs cream cheeses as I had imagined. I think I may have even cried. Let's just say he dutifully sprinted out of the house and returned in a flash with my desires. Good husband.
The kids were beyond cranky and even Jenny-Jane had her first "cool-down" (aka "time out") in her crib today. I can't count how many times Fisher was on the naughty chair. To escape the insanity, I retired back to bed about 11am and woke at 2pm to find my dutiful sister Diane still here from breakfast scrubbing the kitchen, Nick shaving our dogs (that is what groomers are for!!!) with some new flow-bee devise, Fisher collecting armloads of dog fur for some future art project, Jenny-Jane napping and Wendy calling her loved ones back home in North Carolina- thank you Emma and Dylan for lending us your mommy on Mother's Day!!! We all sort of cooled down from there and even took an evening walk around our neighborhood. We enjoyed a gourmet dinner courtesy of one of my prayer warriors Monica McQueen, and at this moment, Nick and Wendy are lounging in the hot tub.
It seems surreal that tomorrow at 10:15am I'll be walking into my oncologist's office for my first chemotherapy treatment. I'll be armed with magazines, movies and shows on my iPad and of course Nick and Wendy by my side. I'll also be carrying a 48 ounce Sonic slushy to ward off "the red death". I'm not kidding, that's what one of my intravenous drugs is called. I've been warned that it's deep red like cherry Kool-Aid and makes you feel like your whole body is about to burst into flames. I'm psyched!
I know people like photos and I know have not included enough, so I'm going to do more as we move forward, especially while I still have hair. This one was taken before our walk today (post a double child melt-down and a minimum of 25 minutes to get ourselves organized and out the door for our 15 minute walk). Please notice a few things, I'm wearing a beautiful hand-made necklace Fisher made me for Mother's Day with the help of the talented Julia Winter, and my red cup next to cute Nick, usually filled with a yummy greyhound or bloody mary cocktail, today was prune juice. Oh, and that lovely tan cami peeking out of my dress is not a sexy underpinning, it is the nasty huge pressure bra I'm strapped into 23+ hours per day. Of course the kids are cute cute cute and still don't have a clue what's going on around them. While I do think they innately feel the new and unusual energy in the house, I have a strong feeling it will probably hit home more after my hair loss and probable puke fest as chemo progresses. Can you tell I'm starting to freak out a bit?
Ok, that's it for now. I hope to have enough energy to give you the low-down of tomorrow's festivities, but if not, Wendy or Nick will be blogging for me. Things are just getting good- I don't want you to miss a minute of this crazy drama as it unfolds. Wish me luck tomorrow and for the days following. I'm big and strong and I can do this. Much, much love, k